I miss the nuggets the earth once threw at me
coarse and greased with its intimate fluidsI wish I hadn’t frittered them, pushed free
the broken hollows of the darkwood tree
limbs frozen in sky-battle, weariedI miss the nuggets the earth once threw at me
the prods and blades, the spikes of weaponry
the paws and claws of scrubs that look timidI wish I hadn’t frittered them, pushed free
heartsongs of deserts carried as winds’ confetti
grains within grains singing soft but lucidI miss the nuggets the earth once threw at me
dove-grey afternoons, monsoons, the galaxy
of starspined raindrops and pierced eyelidsI wish I hadn’t frittered them, pushed free
the clean cleft coasts by the salt fringed sea
the lethal cuts on lands minced by liquidsI miss the nuggets the earth once threw at me
I wish I hadn’t frittered them, pushed free.
